“Yeah. Wow.” Sutton and I can only stare at the view in front of us.
“I’ve heard about these, but I’ve never seen them. Never knew where they were.” I glance around the mineral springs, in awe of how breathtaking nature is. It’s cool out, the steam from the water rising. There’s no one else here, so it’s nice and quiet, the bugs and birds slowing down for the day as it gets darker out, and the temperature perfect for spending time outside.
“Wanna go for a swim?” He looks at me cheekily as he starts to disrobe.
“But I don’t have a swimsuit.” I frown as he throws his t-shirt to the ground near our bags, opening his jeans and pulling them off.
“That’s fine. Neither do I.” He strips completely, giving me a sexy-as-sin smirk before he runs in, the water surrounding him instantly.
“Sutton!” I giggle at seeing his naked form out in the elements, looking around making sure no one else is here.
“Ohhhh, this is nice. Come on!” he yells. Feeling like a rebellious teenager, I strip down, leaving my clothes and underwear on the edge and running into the water, Sutton’s eyes on me the entire way.
The water is hot, soothingly so, and as I immerse myself deeper, my muscles instantly relax.
Paddling straight toward him, I hum, “It’s so warm.”
“Mmmm, feels good…” he groans, reaching for me, his large hands wrapping around my waist.
“A few of the locals talk about these springs. They use them for the distillery spa now, too, I think.”
We both bob in the water, my legs around his hips, droplets running down our faces and arms.
“Tanner mentioned it to me the other day, and to be honest, there isn’t really any pools or beaches I can go to these days without getting photographed, so I was keen to try it.” He leans his head back into the water, enjoying the moment.
“What’s it like?” I watch him closely.
“What?”
“Being photographed everywhere you go?”
He blows out a breath, his hands holding me firmly. “At first, it was a novelty. I was single, working my ass off, and I needed the publicity. After a few years, it became annoying. I couldn’t go anywhere without a tail. But again, I knew it was part of the business. If I wanted success, I needed the media attention. But now… I mean, I’ve hit the heights I always dreamed of hitting in Hollywood. There really isn’t anything else I need to achieve there. The movie deals, media calls, living in LA, it all feels like something I’ve already conquered, you know? I no longer have the patience for it. I’m older, and I want more privacy, a calmer life.”
“I understand that.” I think back to my mom’s funeral, where cameras were stationed outside the church, just to capture my dad’s tears. And he isn’t even a movie star.
“I think that’s why I like it here so much. I get to just be me.” His tone softens.
Running my hands into his hair, I brush it back from his forehead.
I smile, loving the look on his face when I touch him. “I like just you.”
“I like just you too.” Our smiles meet, turning into a slow-burning kiss. I’ve never felt more wanted or safer in my entire life than I do right here in his arms.
“There’s no way I could kiss my girl in public like this if the media were around…” he murmurs between kisses, and I feel my body flush when he refers to me as his.
“There’s no way I would want the media to capture us both naked in Mother Nature either.”
His grip on me hardens, as does his cock, where I feel it nudging at my core.
“Good thing all this steam is making it hard for the bugs and birds to see exactly what we’re doing under the surface…” His kisses become more demanding as his hand slips between my legs. My hold on him tightens as I move my hips, wanting friction.
“Touch me…” I pant out.
“Fuck, Tinker Bell, you’re so hot.” His fingers explore, and I hold him close, my arms looping around his neck as he circles my clit over and over. My heart rate spikes as he slips a finger inside, and I almost combust.
“Oh God…” I moan, grinding down on his hand. I’m lost in the sensation, the sound of the water lapping as we move, the firm hold he has on me with one hand while the other makes my eyes roll back.
“You like that?” He’s hoarse as he kisses up my neck, and I let my head fall back a little as he continues to work me over, knowing my body better than anyone else ever has.
